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Rudolf, the Blonde-Haired Aryan, had a very whitish face, and, if you ever saw it, you'd swear he's the Master Race.
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| Wurde Sie mögen eine Fahrt in meinem Beemer (Would you like a ride in my BMW)? | |
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All of the Jewish peasants, used to laugh and call him goy; they never let poor Rudolf forget he wasn't a chosen boy.
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| Hör auf mich zu plagen (Stop bothering me)! | |
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Then one dark and dreary night, Hitler came to say, "Rudolf, with your genes so tight, won't you guide my Race tonight?"
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| Then all the Reichstag loved him, as we shouted out with glee, "Rudolf, the blonde-haired Aryan, you'll go down in his...to...ryyyyyyy. | |
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